Alien Nation Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 91 min
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HUMAN COP:
Whoa, whoa... hold it. Take it easy.
(to alien on the
ground)
You okay?
Sykes stops struggling, and his eyes focus. He looks at
the alien he just decked, sprawled on his ass ten feet
away. The alien is a uniformed cop... his name is JETSON.
JETSON:
I am all right.
He gets up. A trickle of purple blood runs from his nose.
HUMAN COP:
I better call in.
He moves off. Jetson moves toward Sykes and the Raincoat
alien's body. Sykes tenses, thinking Jetson might
retaliate in some way. But Jetson simply steps past him
to kneel beside the dead alien. He checks for a pulse on
the underside of the dead alien's upper arm. Nothing.
Sykes is holding his punching hand in obvious pain. He
struggles to rise. Jetson gets an arm around him to help
him up.
JETSON:
Your hand will require attention.
Sykes roughly jerks himself free of Jetson's grip.
SYKES:
Get the hell away from me! I don't
need your goddamn help.
He almost loses his balance and has to steady himself
against the tunnel wall. Sykes leans there, the picture
of impotent rage and frustration. Jetson looks at him,
with that slight inquisitive expression aliens exhibit
when trying to understand human nature.
EXT. MINI-MART - NIGHT
OPEN on Tuggle's body, as the body bag is zipped up over
his face, and the litter is lifted into the back of the
Coroner's wagon.
WIDEN to reveal Sykes, standing nearby, watching. The
Wagon pulls out, and Sykes turns, moving past all the LAPD
black-and-whites and forensics wagons, and COPS (two of
them aliens) and DETECTIVES, and RUBBERNECKERS (some
alien). He moves into:
INT. MINI-MART - NIGHT
The CRIME SCENE TEAM is checking for prints, digging slugs
out of the wall, photographing everything. Several
UNIFORMED COPS mill around. Sykes moves aimlessly around
the room like a stranger at a party.
The Proprietor's Wife stands near the body in a strange
rigid posture, a thin, mournful KEENING SOUND coming from
her lips. A harried female uniformed cop is trying to get
her away from the body, but can't get her to budge.
MINKLER, a ballistics guy, is tagging the pump-shotgun the
Raincoat alien dropped here. NATUZZI, a mean-looking
veteran uniform cop is with him.
NATUZZI:
Looks like a standard combat pump-
action.
MINKLER:
It is.
NATUZZI:
So what punched holes clear through
that car out there?
Minkler pulls an evidence baggie from his work box.
Inside are four unfired twelve gauge shells.
MINKLER:
BRI Sabot slugs. These puppies are
nasty. Two plastic sabots fall away
in flight leaving a fifty-caliber
slug going two thousand feet per
second. Tug might as well've been
hiding behind a rosebush.
Minkler senses somebody has just stepped up beside him.
He looks. It's Sykes.
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